Death ….. Just the collateral damage of freedom, boys and girls. Just the collateral damage of freedom.

Just the collateral damage of freedom, boys and girls. Just the collateral damage of freedom.

Death.

Pay the price to be free. Pay the price to be the first line of defense against the encroachments of tyrannical Americans against tyrannical Americans …. in the end the government is always the enemy …. can’t be made good, can’t be made respectable, can’t be made in my fascist image.

Just the collateral damage of freedom, boys and girls. Just the collateral damage of freedom.

Death.

Guns make the world go round, the world go round, the world go round.

Guns give thrills up and down the spine, the curves of the spine, the supple curves of the spine …. need them here, need them there. need them everywhere.

Death.

Need them bigger. Need them stronger. Need them as base extensions of self …. oh, oh …. the joys of the release.

In the tub. In the pub. In the stubby little confines of my brief encounters with sentient human beings.

Guns make the world go round, the world go round, the world go round.

Guns give thrills up and down the spine, the curves of the spine, the supple curves of the spine …. need them here, need them there. need them everywhere.

Ain’t no governance there, boys and girls … just the mechanisms of rancid power

If an authoritarian demagogic Punk cared anything about governance rather than being an authoritarian demagogic Punk then he might be interested in doing something other than shoring up his grand army of brown shirts in the phalanx of his schemes and dreams of being grand pooh bah and insidious sinister master.

Tis the authoritarianism, stupid. Tis the authoritarianism, the thrills, the debasement, the aggression, the sycophancy, the obscene thrills of ecstasy and onanism that are the means, the pay off, the purpose of filling the insatiable lusts of the insatiable heart.

Governance is a task that comes with the job … a nuisance, a bother, a drag …. solely a means to establish a flag for an army of aggressive followers who love all of their hateful hates, rabid diminishment of squishy and vile evil doers, actual critical thinkers..

Ain’t no governance there, boys and girls … just the mechanisms of rancid power.

Bless the beasts and the children …. Bless most of all their sacred little passions of authoritarian glee

Bless the beasts and the children …. Bless chief Punk and faux Mafioso ….. Bless all his randy little Punkettes, Punksters, and …. Bless all his little jack booted and brown shirted little fetishers.

Bless the beasts and the children …. and all the little jack booted, brown shirted little fetishers .. all the bland authoritarian enablers of emptiness, banality, smallness, self justified self aggrandizement, dimness of the questionable soul.

Bless the beasts and the children …. and chief Punk and faux Mafioso, his randy little Punkettes, Punksters, rancid minded demagogic chest beaters who with torch and the pitchfork tattooed upon vacant brains … the salt of the earth raising arms in ugly tribute to all wasted randy fetid Punks who love their fetid spleens..

Bless the beasts and the children …. and chief Punk and faux Mafioso, his randy little Punkettes, Punksters, and all his little jack booted and brown shirted little fetishers ….. Bless most of all their sacred little passions of authoritarian glee.

The authoritarian punks, punksters, punkettes and general rabid hovering royal lancers of mitigated nihilism that keep the party rolling and keep the waste material flowing love the pitchforks, the torches, the emptiness of soul, the deeply held belief in their right to transfer onto a pathetic con child the aspirations of their dear, poor little rancid staining hearts.

From poor little misunderstood empty barrels to dominant, no need to be understood revelers in the nullifications and submissive acts of the other who may delve into the realms of critical thought, insight, facades of humanity. Only pyromanical disrupters of common order with fetishes for being mesmerized by the flames need be cherished, associated with brothers and sisters in storming the civilized.

The yell of of the rabid, the fires of the mob, the disdain of the sane… the children of Man child.

So when a Chief Punk and faux mafioso flexes his rancid little flexors and puffs up his wheezy little chest to ….

So when a Chief Punk and faux mafioso flexes his rancid little flexors and puffs up his wheezy little chest to march bravely into the territory of ugly compensation and sexual dreams of war ….. the rest of the depraved flock just stands by and waits for Armageddon because the authority of their souls was sold out to their dream whisperer who validates their Punkhood and raises their hate enmeshment to all levels of rhapsody.

The authoritarian byplays of Punk, punkette, punkster and meek little watcher is just the moonish drop into the pits of engulfing slime that makes one glad to be sentient.

Give authority to the mad ids of debasement, destruction, desecration and emptiness and the world is ugly, vapid, full of tenuous rejectors of courage and willfully blind humpty dumps who are intimidated, selfish, soulless little wastes of time.

If the authority gets you and you wont take it back ……burning and being vaporized solves a lot of sins.

We can march, march, march with proud punk-a-tood to the complete nullification of being.

…… come the revolution any expression of staid, adult behavior will be gunned, shunned, plundered, maimed, purged and nullified

…… bless the beasts and the children …. and chief Punk and faux Mafioso, his randy little Punkettes, Punksters, and all his little jack booted and brown shirted little fetishers,

……bless the beasts and the children …. and chief Punk and faux Mafioso, his randy little Punkettes, Punksters, and all his little jack booted and brown shirted little lovers of man children, maturity challenged imitations of people, dumbed down characters incapable of voicing second paragraphs and strident maimers, with rancid shriveled souls.

….. bless the beasts and the children …. and chief Punk and faux Mafioso, his randy little Punkettes, Punksters, and all his little jack booted and brown shirted little neon signs for empty.

….. bless the beasts and the children …. and chief Punk and faux Mafioso, his randy little Punkettes, Punksters, and all his little jack booted and brown shirted …… come the revolution any expression of staid, adult behavior will be gunned, shunned, plundered, maimed, purged and nullified.